The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The letter lay on the scarred oak table, its ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron and vinegar, the paper thin as onion skin and stained at the edges with the residue of the hemlock Elias had been grinding all morning. It was a formal notice from the Guild of Apothecaries, printed on heavy stock with the city’s seal in red wax, declaring the suspension of his license and the immediate...

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